Whilst sitting with Charles against a hefty rock just outside of camp, you lifted your head from your book to glance at Charles; Only to catch him watching Jack with a sense of longing, intrigue, whatever. You couldn’t quite place it.

“What if.. We had one of our own.”

He hesitated, before looking at you, his warm calloused hand gently holding onto yours. Having kids had been on his mind for weeks now, it was only up to you to decide.